I found myself naked, erect, sitting on a couch, in front of a handful of art students. Darlene was curled up on the couch, away from the artists, her head and blond hair on my lap. She had just had an explosive orgasm, spread open in front of the crowd, held by me with my finger deep inside her. Was she humiliated? Likely. Was she exhausted? Probably. Was she happy? Clearly. Was she finished? Not a chance. Then one of th...